#x-force (2024)

[readingtoinfinity]

X-Manhunt

As far as event titles go, this one is both more straightforward and also more complicated. Most events will have one main storyline followed with a number of tie-ins fleshing out the corners of the conflict, but here it's splayed out across multiple series. Thankfully they provide reading orders at the end of the first issue, which I will include below, but it can make it frustrating to have to jump through hoops to get to each one. I'll also provide a link to a site that will lay out all the comics you need to read for context, and provide my overall thoughts just below here, as well as thoughts on each individual issue. Please be aware spoilers will be discussed but I will not summarize every issue, mostly just my thoughts on the quality.

I think the event is, on the whole, good. As an exploration of Charles Xavier brought about by events beyond his control, I think it gives him a send-off worthy of the character, even if I know they're going to tell more stories about him. For a crossover event this one is laser-focused on character, and the voices of the heroes within are tempered by their own desires and their duties. I don't know if I have any strong feelings about it, but I at least don't have any negative feelings.

Uncanny X-Men (2024) #11

Uncanny X-Men has, so far, been a book about grounded conflict and interpersonal drama, so it's interesting to see it open on the Shi'ar and a coup, but it does prove to be very personal to one X-Man in particular.

With this issue we've been exposed to two possible unreliable narrators: Xavier is not right in the head at the moment and it's possible his daughter isn't in danger at all, but how much is Corina Ellis telling the truth about his tumor and how it's affecting him? He's been pumped full of drugs and he's somewhat lucid most of the time, and given her propensity for lying and manipulation there's a good chance things are not quite what they seem.

Good intro, hope the rest stacks up.

NYX (2024) #9

...not sure what the fuck is going on just yet. Xavier's got some terrible eyebrows that I hate looking at, and I say this as a fan of eyebrows.

This issue doesn't roll over the previous NYX storylines, instead using Xavier's running away to manipulate the heroes into achieving his goals, and also screwing over the heroes with his machinations. I don't know what Mojo will be up to after this but I'm sure it can't be good!

Storm (2024) #6

This issue had a page too cool not to include.

Xavier's motivations came to the forefront here, apparently trusting Storm enough to reveal a portion of what he wants to do. Like most of the Storm series I don't really have strong opinions on it; Storm as a character farms aura like she's the industry itself, and if you discount that the books tend to be kinda full of hot air.

Granted, there are some cool moments in here that gave me pause, but most of it seems to be demonstrating the firm resolve of all participants in the manhunt, both for and against Xavier. It's moments that I hope pay off in the next part, which directly flows into X-Men, so a cliffhanger was acceptable.

X-Men (2024) #13

I had a moment here of connection and comradery with Flint Marko, and I had to pause and consider why I hadn't had that moment with Storm. I didn't want to leave that unchallenged (especially because there's a tendency to judge Black and female characters harsher without a second thought) so I sat with it a bit, and I think it comes back to something Eddie Brock learned in the previous Venom series: there are Kings in White, those who float above everyone else and never get their hands dirty (the Beyonders), and there are Kings in Black, those who get down in the muck and get dirt under their nails (the symbiotes and their leader, the King in Black, Knull and later Eddie himself).

Even though Storm and Juggernaut are both very powerful, the difference between them is stark. Storm is often called a goddess and can fly above the clouds, control the weather; she sits above and beyond what others could achieve. Juggernaut's been run through the ringer and spent a long time becoming a better person, clawing his way back from violent and deranged to virtuous and decent.

Storm and Superman share a lot of qualities, but Storm is not humble. I am not saying she needs to be (she's quite aspirational most of the time) but whereas Superman's down-to-earth nature means he's easy to connect to, Storm is not an easy pill to swallow. I suppose that makes her connection to the weather make sense: a bright sunny day or a gentle, windy fog are both her domain, as well as tornadoes and hurricanes. She is not beholden, she is beheld, she merely is. She's mighty, righteous, moral, but she's not relatable; and thus comparing her to a goddess makes sense, because who could ever compare to a god?

Funny enough I wrote this whole analysis based on a two-page spread, but Psylocke mentions these flaws later to gain the upper hand in her fight against Ororo. And as I figured, this issue pays off a great deal of setup from Storm, and what started as a deadly encounter for the X-Men turns on Xavier fairly quickly, and in a way that feels realistic. It was fun to read.

X-Factor (2024) #8

I find the current writing on X-Factor frustrating, which is why I DNF'd it awhile back. On paper, everything that happens here makes sense (the main team distracts the X-Men, Xavier uses the confusion to summon backup) but it's laid out quite confusingly. The characters are the focal point here, both Beast effectively dismantling the other team through blunt questions and Havoc's fight with Cyclops at the end which, despite not knowing their history, was quite poignant and bitter to watch.

Exceptional X-Men #7

Technically not a part of the seven parts of this story. To be honest, after reading it the dang thing barely ties back into the rest of the story, so I think you could skip it.

As a standalone: it suffers from "covers always spoil". "Oh, this guy is really someone with a giant cape made of strips of cloth; what kind of guy wears that cape?" and you come to some very specific conclusions. But it's at least carrying forward everything that's been happening in Exceptional so far.

X-Force (2024) #9

Mr. Wraith is a fun character, I like when he quotes Bible verses.

Not sure what is going on with Colossus in all this, or if it's even the real Colossus. The fight in this issue was fine, the best part was the conversation between Sage and Xavier, the middle point between cold practicality and sentimentality.

X-Manhunt Omega

Xavier's plans are revealed, and now we pick up the pieces.

There's a part of this issue where I went "What the fuck?" before I remembered that Xavier has a tumor in his brain, and a little surgery between soulmates is sometimes necessary.

Not sure how I feel about the ending. At first I got caught up in the idea of the manhunt, of catching Xavier to maintain the tentative balance. But the more I thought about it, the more it grew on me, to the point I'd consider it unconventional and honest.

Xavier has spent a lifetime making sacrifices, being the person everyone needed him to be, and this whole story is predicated on a single, driving desire for something undeniably selfish but even still good. The conflict isn't black-and-white, and to be honest it's not even that dark a gray: everyone is constrained by chains of either sentiment or duty to act as they do, and Charles' last speech about not fighting one another was touching.

But I don't want the fights that happened here to just be swept under the rug. There are consequences to the decisions made and the relationships they affect, and even if these mutants learn to love one another again, I want their dynamic to be explored in future stories.

[ninjigma]

My 2024 art faves. Here’s to hopefully another great year!

[kisses4kaia]

nobody does it better by carly simon but it’s the radiohead cover and it’s patrick… cw: DISGUSTING smut with this evil man, no less no more . im shameless.

a/n: so we all know the photo. and what ThePhoto did to me was… this! enjoy. 😌

the room is loud. there’re a million people you could be talking to, looking at. a hundred people you could sit in the corner and people watch, but his eyes are on you. and you cannot look away.

patrick zweig was a reoccurring character in your life. starting off as low-commitment boyfriend freshman year, turning to effervescent fuckbuddy you could never get far enough away from to become detached. you hated him, god, you hated the pull on you he had. the iron grip that steeled you right where you were across the room from him, eyes locked like a guarded palace onto his. good lord.

it truly takes the will of god to keep your feet planted where they are, forcing yourself to divert your eyes from him. but, never fear, he’s already moving towards you.

his towering presence is felt immediately as he stands in front of you, looking down into your eyes as if he can hear your heart pounding regardless of the blaring song around him.

“hey,” he says quietly, tone soft but gravelly, as if there wasn’t a sound barrier around the two of you that might keep you from hearing him. “what do you want, zweig?” your voice comes out more pointedly than you intended, but with the way your pulse is thrumming and your hands are shaking, you can hardly blame yourself.

looking at you with that look in his eye, the one that almost mocks you as to say ‘got ya’, he cranes his neck down to whisper in your ear. “what do you want?” and he knows.

patrick turns without another word, and before you can process what you’re doing, your feet are moving with him, as if a collar was wrapped around your neck, choking your senses, and the leash was hanging haphazardly from his hand.

his path leads you into a bathroom, small, no shower, with a buzzing, lagging light. his hands are on your waist as soon as you step through the door, pushing you against it. patrick doesn’t kiss you immediately, unusual for him. “i miss you,” he breathes out, nervously, and it is jarring.

patrick zweig is not nervous, ever. he was self sure and confident and a fucking dickwad who knew it and embraced it as part of his “charm”. “yeah? and how many girls have you said that to, hm? britney posted you on her story yesterday, patrick. last friday, it was ántonia. fuck you,” you spat out, the 3… maybe 4 vodka sours you indulged in half an hour ago making your head pound, or maybe it was his dior sauvage.

he sighs, looking away from you impatiently, but when his eyes lands back on you, his gaze is crazed. “fuck, they don’t matter to me. i don’t know their last names, i don’t know their little siblings, they don’t know my favorite band, and i don’t look them in the eye when i fuck them. shit, baby, it’s you, don’t you realize? always fucking you,”

oscar winning preformance, is what you want to say, but his exasperated exhale after the words come out, paired with the rihanna song dully thrumming behind the door, bass vibrating against the wood, you look between his eyes, down at his lips, and your eyes don’t travel again before you smash your mouth onto his.

never fucking again, you tell yourself as his lips move in desperate, hungry, almost disbelieving tandem with yours. this is the last time.

“do you have a boyfriend?” he breathes out between kisses as he unbuckles your belt and unbuttons your jeans, shimmying them off. “like that’d make you walk out right now,” you kiss him again, biting his lower lip. “fuck. no, fuck no, but if you do, i’m going to make you remember exactly why nobody does it better.”

patrick lifts you effortlessly and places you on the sink, pulling your sticky, lacy panties to the side, smirking that evil damn smirk at the fancy little bow at the top. “did you know i was gonna be here tonight?” he nibbles as your ear, bringing loving bites down your jugular to your shoulder.

“no, but i knew art would be.” your smile is devious as his eyes light up, not with jealousy, but with the same fire he gets when he realizes his opponent on the other side of the net is really playing with him, when they’re really playing fucking tennis.

patrick jerks himself once or twice, languidly, before sliding his cock into you. a hardly contained whine pulls from your voice, and your mouth drops into an ‘o’ at the stretch. he nearly has you in an embrace, the way he’s holding you closely against his chest, and his curls are begging to be pulled. you entwine your finger with the hair at the nape of his neck and tug with every sharp thrust into your leaking pussy.

“more, give me more, patrick, don’t hold back on me, asshole.” he doesn’t even respond, just obediently lifts you up every so slightly off the sink and moves you on and off of his cock, giving him a much wider range of motion. his dick is nearly completely out of you each time his hips snap back, but you’re moaning like a pornstar each time he’s in again.

his ability to hit that spot inside of you with near perfect accuracy every fucking time is expert, a skill that could only be acquired by someone so in tune with your pleasure—and if patrick zweig was nothing else, he was that.

“fuck, gonna, shit! gripping me so fucking tight, leaking all over my shit, baby. she miss me? huh, pretty? you miss me?” he was talking right through you, each word penetrating your deepest desires and fantasies. you hated how he knew you. you hated that you let him. but most of all, you hated how close you were to coming.

he keeps fucking you unforgivingly, whining and moaning like a whore all the while. “you still on that pill?” he asked, voice pitchy and annoying and sexy.

“no, insurance stopped covering it.” you say seriously, and you can’t keep your laughter in when his thrusts slow and he looks at you panicked. “i’m fucking with you, don’t stop,”

“you’re evil, you know that?” he says endearingly, playful as always, and it’s no more than a minute later that he’s coming inside you.

patrick never was a selfish lover, so it came as no surprise that after pulling his softening girth from you, not one, not two, but three of his finger were quickly pumping in and out of you, making him moan sluttishly at the way his own cum coated his fingers. his other hand made busy circling your clit with his thumb, fast and calculatedly.

he knew every button to push because he sewed them onto you, and so it was no surprise that with that special angling of his wrist, you were coming undone on his fingers in minutes.

it’s quiet for the next few minutes, you cleaning yourself up, patrick washing his hands, the both of you redressing in silence.

“so… same time tomorrow?” he smiles at you, pleased with himself and sure your answer will be affirmative.

you walk up to him, smile, kiss him tenderly on his lips, let your heels touch the ground again softly. “go fuck yourself, patrick.” your words are sharp but your tone is sickly sweet, and patrick recovers from his shock quickly, smirking stupidly.

“after that, i most definitely will be.”

[kiwicopia]

MDNI | Themetober: Tricked

Fae!Geto x Fem!Reader

CW: noncon/dubcon, kidnapping, imprisonment, chained reader, mentions of starvation/dehydration, mentions of impregnation, dacryphilia, cunnilingus, overstimulation, licking, biting, body worship, face fucking, sex against the wall, creampie.

tags: @sweetchildcloud

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He had to give credit where it was due, truly. Not many humans could evade a fae for as long as you had, but even you had limits to this evasion. He just had to find them; however, he wasn’t as patient of a fae as he should have been. The desire to have you as his was overwhelming to the point that drastic measures had to be taken. One little slip-up was all he needed, and the very second it occurred, he whisked you away to his domain.

“Darling,” he cooed, dark eyes watching as you shied away from him. Your body moved further back in the cell, and the soft clinking of the chains caused the corners of his lips to twitch as he smiled. “It doesn’t have to be this way. Things would be easier if you would simply give in.” Geto inched closer to the bars of your cell, his fingers tightly wrapping around the cold metal as he rested his forehead against it. “You’re being childish.” 

You hadn’t eaten or drank anything in three days, having refused him each and every time he would bring you something—it was such a childish thing for you to do. His eyes lowered, squinting as he assessed your huddled form in the corner of your cell. Geto didn’t want things to be this way. He couldn’t understand why you resorted to such stubbornness, which only resulted in an inevitable deterioration of your body. 

The fae huffed in irritation, brows creasing as his mind came to a single conclusion: be forceful. Honestly, this was the last thing he wished to resort to, but he couldn’t think of any other way to make you see reason and listen to him. With a quick tap of his forefinger against a metal bar, the door to your cell opened and he stepped inside. Your wide, teary eyes watched as he came closer to you, causing you to squish yourself against the cold, hard wall of the cell. 

“You have left me no choice,” he said. Geto then snapped his fingers, causing the chains connecting you to the cell wall to quickly slide back, which lifted your body to your feet. He came closer, stopping a foot in front of you before reaching a hand out to gently caress your cheek. He thumbed a tear away, tutting softly before letting out a small sigh. “You’ll see reason soon enough.” 

Disgust bubbled in your stomach as his hand drifted from your face and down to your thigh. His other hand followed suit, and you squirmed as his fingers wrapped around the flesh beneath your tattered dress before forcing your legs apart. Geto hummed softly, his smile broadening as he lowered himself to his knees. 

“So beautiful,” he whispered. His thumbs rubbed gentle circles against the skin along your inner thighs before cupping the plump flesh and lifting your lower half up. It was just enough for him to roll his shoulders underneath your legs, situating them over his shoulders perfectly—though he still kept his hands cupped beneath your thighs. Geto’s lips kissed along the skin, trailing his movements further up to your awaiting cunt. “So beautiful, and all mine.” His nipped at your flesh, causing you to cry out before attempting to wriggle away from him. 

The fae tutted softly, shaking his head a little before tightening his grip on your thighs. You should know better than to refuse—not that you could if you tried. “Please,’ you begged. His eyes flitted up to your tear-filled expression. The way you cried and pleaded for him to stop brought forth a low rumble in his throat, as well as causing his cock to chub at the sight of more of your tears. You were so beautiful like this. Teary-eyed and pleading; a real sniffling mess as you attempted to wriggle away once more, but to no avail. “Please don’t—.” 

Your words died midsentence upon feeling his tongue lick a thick stripe along your folds, the tip curling slightly to catch your clit at the right angle. His ears rang with cries that spewed from your pretty lips, only to be ignored as he continued lapping at your cunt. The fae’s fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs to quell the constant squirming of yours as you tried pulling your hips back. Geto’s nose soon brushed against your bundle of nerves the further he pressed his face against your pussy, earning a shrill cry as you tossed your head back against the cell wall. 

He couldn’t hold back anymore. The soft slurps rang in your ears, and the fact that your body was so eager to wet itself with arousal as he pleased you felt so wrong. You didn’t want this, you never wanted this. But it felt good. No longer could your mind hold the disgust for what he was doing to you; that feeling now fading as a sick and twisted need for him to continue festered in its place. 

The second your hips began to grind against him, he knew. You were giving in, and he groaned softly as his cock twitched beneath the fabric of his pants. It ached to be free, to be deep inside of you, but not yet. Geto still needed you to give in entirely, and there was only one way to get that. His pace increased as his tongue delved past your folds, lapping up the slick that now coated his lips and chin as he feasted on you like a starved beast. 

His nails dug into your flesh the more you fucked yourself against his face, now whining and moaning for more. You needed more, wanted it, craved it, and he delivered. The fae held your lower half up as your body shook upon releasing a sudden, sharp cry. His dark eyes watched as your back arched while your senses flooded with pure ecstasy. “Pretty girl,” he chuckled. Geto flicked his tongue along your puffy clit, relishing in the whiny moan that slipped out from you. “I’m still not finished eating.” 

He lapped at your sensitive, slick cunt again, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you until he finally felt satisfied. The fae’s tongue licked along his lips after he pulled his face back, relishing in the sweetness of your multiple releases. Your body still twitched from the effects of him overstimulating you, which made you perfectly pliant for him as he stood to his feet and pressed his chest against yours. Geto kept you balanced between him and the wall, with an arm around your waist while a free hand worked to release himself from the confines of his pants. 

His cock sprang free—the tip angry and weeping arousal—and he slowly rubbed the thick head against your folds before easing himself inside. You whined at the stretch, body tensing from the sudden burn that ached the more he disappeared inside of you. The fae’s arm around your waist tightened as his hand moved to grip your hip, and his face buried itself in the crook of your neck. Your scent wafted through his nostrils, causing his dick to twitch inside of you, and Geto gave you a small moment of adjustment before pulling his hips back and slamming himself into you. 

The pace was relentless, with little to no room for gentleness as he fucked you. Gods, you were so tight and warm, with walls that sucked him back in with ease—so heavenly to him, this feeling. His arm soon unwound from around your waist, and both of his hands firmly pressed against the cell wall. Your tears were long gone by now, with eyes rolled back as you babbled nonsense in his ear, to which he let out a breathy chuckle at. 

You were adorable. His little human, getting herself fucked by a fae she thought she could evade. The thought of his little tricks almost not working on you days ago didn’t sit well with him, and he now desired to make you his in more ways than one. Fucking you just didn’t seem to be enough for him. Geto could impregnate you, force the swell of your belly with his seed. Then you would be his forever. 

Such an idea spurred him on, his body squishing you against the wall as his cock bullied your sopping cunt. “Take it, take it, darling,” he panted. Those words spilled from his lips like a mantra, a heavenly chant that would ensure your bond to him for life. Gods, it was enough for him to finally come undone. With a low growl rumbling in his throat, Geto fucked into you one last time, spilling into you and painting your walls in thick, creamy cum. 

His thrusts had slowed, gentling out as he kissed along the side of your neck. You were too fucked out to comprehend what had even happened. Too overstimulated from orgasms prior to realize the fate he resigned you to. Geto was a fae that had always gotten what his heart desired, no matter how sick and twisted it was. 

If impregnating you kept you bound to him, then so be it. Simply another little trick that had to be done. 

[lay-z]

🎅🏼 Masterlist ☃️ | 18+

Hello, lovelies! 🩷

Welcome to this year's holiday treat:

✨️ The Call of Duty: Advent Calendar 2024 🎅🏼

This masterlist will (hopefully) be updated daily, starting on December 1st, 2024.

I hope you'll have as much fun reading this as I had writing these drabbles/oneshots! ☺️ This is basically a collection of different AU's, though you will be part of TF-141 in one way or another in almost all of them.

Likes, reblogs, and comments are very, very much appreciated! Have a blessed Christmas season. Now grab some hot chocolate and cookies and enjoy reading! ☕️🍪🩷

🎁 Day 1 – All I want for Christmas (is you)

↳ John/Soap x fem!Reader | smut, 18+

🌨 Day 2 – Quaint

↳ Simon/Ghost x fem!Reader

🎅🏼 Day 3 – Altruism

↳ Kyle/Gaz x fem!Reader | fluff

✨️ Day 4 – Mama's boy

↳ John Price x fem!Reader | fluff

🦌 Day 5 – Bambi

↳ Soap x fem!Reader x Gaz

🌲 Day 6 – A Christmas tree disaster

↳ Ghost x fem!Reader x Soap | smut, 18+

❄️ Day 7 – Make do

↳ TF-141 x fem!omega!Reader | fluff, omegaverse

🍷 Day 8 – Dinner time

↳ Price x fem!Reader x Gaz | smut, 18+

💒 Day 9 – Separated

↳ John/Soap x fem!Reader | smut, 18+

🕊 Day 10 – Santa Soap and his most dangerous mission

↳ Simon/Ghost x fem!Reader | fluff

☃️ Day 11 – Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!

↳ Kyle/Gaz x fem!Reader | smut, 18+

💍 Day 12 – Family heirloom

↳ John Price x fem!Reader | fluff

👑 Day 13 – The Ice Queen and her Stooges

↳ Soap x fem!Reader x Gaz | smut, 18+

🎄 Day 14 – A Christmas miracle

↳ Simon x fem!Reader x Soap | smut, 18+

🇸🇪 Day 15 – Domestic bliss

↳ poly!TF-141 x fem!omega!Reader | smut, 18+, omegaverse

🎀 Day 16 – Driving home for Christmas

↳ Price x fem!Reader x Gaz | smut, 18+

🧸 Day 17 – Christmas elf gone rogue

↳ John/Soap x fem!Reader | fluff

💚 Day 18 – Ghost in the streets, Grinch in the sheets

↳ Simon/Ghost x fem!Reader | smut, 18+

🛍 Day 19 – Jolly Holly Christmas

↳ Kyle/Gaz x fem!Reader | fluff

💝 Day 20 – Baby, it's cold outside

↳ John Price x fem!Reader | smut, 18+

🕯Day 21 – The most wonderful time

↳ John/Soap x fem!Reader | smut, 18+

☕️ Day 22 – Reminiscing

↳ Simon/Ghost x fem!Reader | fluff

💫 Day 23 – Fairytale

↳ Kyle/Gaz x fem!Reader | smut, 18+

⛄️ Day 24 – Snowman

↳ John Price x fem!Reader | fluff

[tonyloon]

Huxloween 2024 - Day 13 - Apocalypse (again) -aPOEcalypse - (Get it??? Because Oscar Isaac played Apocalypse in X-Men???? ... .. yeah, jokes get better when they are explained) Inspired by  @huxloween 's promptlist :3

[the-californicationist]

Cali's Kinktober: Day 07

Kinktober Masterlist ad captandum vulgus - "to captivate the masses" TF141 x f!reader Kinks > glory hole, anal virginity, gangbang Full tags on AO3 - MDNI - Read at your own risk.

Your four boyfriends are overrun by stress. Hunting terrorists is a full-time job, so you take matters into your own hands to help them blow off some steam.

Sorry I'm late! Working on catching up right now. Y’all ever watched those Czech Fantasy glory hole videos? Anyway, can't get enough of those, so here's this.

The soft, silicone cock in your mouth was muffling the cries coming from deep in your chest as you felt two thick fingers pry their way into your cunt. You were laying on your back inside the dark, empty void of one of the weapons crates in the warehouse on base, the top half of your body concealed inside of the wooden box, and your lower half sticking out of a hole in the side, naked and exposed to the chilly air. Your legs were tied up, ankles hooked up to the metal storage shelf racks, thighs spread open, forcing your pussy lips to splay wide and wet and ready for someone’s mouth and fingers and prick. 

The voices outside of the crate were muffled, but you could just barely make out their words. 

“Pretty cunt on offer, huh? Free for any bastard to come and take,” you heard your lieutenant’s dark chuckle as he pushed his fingers even further inside of you, curling them to shove and prod against the pliant spot that made you scream. 

“Wha’s all this, then?” Kyle’s voice came through from the side of your box as he made his way over to where Simon was hard at work, making your hips writhe and hump his hand. 

“Our perfect little slut…” You heard him cruelly spit onto your clit, and you felt it, warm and slick, slip across your skin, “Got all set up for us. Wanted to welcome us home from our mission.”

“Needy slag, innit she?” John purred, and you felt his hand join Simon’s, pulling at your plump ass cheek to make your holes stretch and gape. 

“Lemme go first, LT. I cannae wait any longer,” Johnny begged. 

“Alrigh’, Johnny,” Simon pulled away from you, “But, don’t be too rough with her. We all want a turn, mate.”

You immediately felt a familiar mouth seal itself across your clit, sucking up Simon’s hot spit and your sticky precome all in one savage gulp. You’d know that tongue anywhere. Johnny ate you in the most blindingly erotic way. You felt like he was consuming you, inside and out. You didn’t know what was lip or tongue or finger, but he used them in symphonic unison to drag you, writhing and screaming, into an orgasm. But, your Scot was as cruel as his masked friend, and he didn’t care if you were in the throes of a hard come; he would double down, shoving his tongue down your hole and slurping your gifts into his throat. 

Then, he pulled away, leaving you with nothing, curling your hips to reach for him, until –

“Oh, shite. Tha’s it, right there. Unghh…” Johnny groaned. 

He was shoving his fat, curved cock into you, slow and steady, scraping his head on those same sensitive spots Simon had been torturing with his fingertips. Johnny still played with your clit as he rammed himself into you, stretching you, pulling you apart at the seams, making you feel like you were being stuffed beyond your limit. 

You wanted to cry out, to tell him to slow down, but you couldn’t. The gag would only let you scream against it and swallow your hot, thick drool as your mind began to burn away to a blank nothingness. 

He fucked you so hard that the box creaked, over and over, the wood crying out the same as you, whining from being overused. 

Then, you felt him dig deeper inside of you, dropping load after load of his come into your hole, deep enough that you could feel it sliding around in your soft channel, foaming and hot like milk in coffee, creamy and smooth. Two loving slaps against your ass as he slid out of you were the only thanks you got before you felt the next man at your hole. 

You couldn’t tell, at first, which one of your boyfriends was having his way with you this time, until you realized how long it was taking him to slide his entire length into you. Kyle’s prick always preferred a long drive in and a long retreat back out. He loved it when you stroked his entire length with your hands clasped together around him, soaked in lube and slowly massaging him from tip to root, and he used your pussy in much the same way. It was hypnotic, and when he did finally squeeze himself all the way to his base, it made it hard for you to take a breath. 

Usually, he was Mr. Foreplay. He’d spend twenty minutes on your tits alone, much less fondling your wet little hole. He loved getting you screaming for him before he even had himself out of his pants, but today, something was different. It was as if the box allowed him to be selfish. He didn’t care about your pleasure this time. He just wanted to take and take and take. 

So, he did. He stroked himself with your quim like you were his toy. You were just a warm, wet fleshlight, there to be used and nothing more. You were made to take his load, nothing more. The feeling of him being so unabashedly greedy was electrifying. His cock was so mean to you, ignoring your pulsing, writhing signals and blowing past your clenching quivers. In and in and in… out and out and out… that was all you knew. He had wiped your mind clean. 

Then, the final time he shoved himself in, he stayed there, grinding into you, humping and thrusting at a punishing pace, milking himself with your gooey textures and grunting like an animal as his hands clutched the corners of the box, blocking out the light from where his palms dug into the pine. 

You were so close to coming, but right when you began to tense up, he felt you, and he came to a sudden halt. He was teasing you. You tried to fuck him back, pushing your hips in every direction, working to fit his thick base back inside you, but he stopped you, gripping your body in his huge hands and holding you still.

Once you stopped fighting him, frustrated by the futility of it all, he watched your muscles melt back into submission, and he rewarded you with slippery, firm strokes along the hardened body of your clit, rubbing it affectionately like a well-heeled pet. It was not enough to bring your orgasm back to the surface, but instead, it caused your pleasure to roil and turn inside of your core like an unfed beast, pouting for its dinner. 

“Too greedy, babes,” he laughed at you with a tinge of ridicule, knowing the others were watching, “You only come when I want you to come.”

Kyle returned to his long, aching strokes, working his cock like the piston of a machine, unwavering in its rhythmic pattern or its ferocious power. Then, just as his pacing increased, he pinched your clithead between his knuckles, bringing tears to your eyes. In the middle of the most intense pleasure you’d ever been given, he had made you deal with this sharp agony, and your mind could not handle both at once. So, you lost your orgasm, but he enjoyed his. 

You sobbed as you felt his prick jerking inside of you, spitting fiery hot ropes of his come all over your walls and womb, filling you deeply just like Johnny. 

You expected him to pull out, and you were already grumbling about it in your head, silently bratty and plotting your revenge. But, he didn’t. He’d come in you and yet he was still seated inside, sealed like a sword in its sheath. The same fingers that had been so malicious were now back to their delicate, coaxing affection. He was pressing soft circles around your clit, picking up speed when he felt you pulse around the softening body of his dick. 

You were going to come, and you knew you were going to come hard. 

“Tha’s it. Good girls get rewards, innit that right, Cap?” 

John hummed, obviously watching your body sing for its conductor. 

The pressure within you built and built, and you were having trouble breathing. You wanted to cry out, but the gag was in your way, and you had to keep swallowing around it, stuck in a loop of feeling full in both ends of your body. 

Just as you were about to crash into bliss, Kyle ripped himself from you, and at the same time, your pussy beared down, thinking it had something hard to press against. But, you were empty, and so all of that force sent the come that you had been keeping warm in your belly squirting out of your hole and onto the floor. Sliding out of your cunt, it dripped down your ass cheek and pooled on the ground, making you look every bit the freeuse slut that you knew you were. 

“My, my…” Price’s dark growl commented, “Filled her to the brim, didn’t you, Sergeant? Good lad.”

You could feel John playing with the stream of milky come that was oozing out of your hole, spreading it around. He scooped it onto his fingers and began to shove it back into your pussy, fucking you with his middle and ring fingers gently at first, and then not at all. He was fucking you on his hand hard enough to shake the box, and you knew he could make you squirt. He loved it. He didn’t care how overstimulated you were; he would keep pushing your buttons over and over, watching you spray your liquid joy all over him and you and whatever else was in the way. 

You twisted, trying to escape him, but he was too strong. 

“C’mon, love. Come for me. I wanna see it.”

You’d just come from Kyle’s big dick, but Price didn’t give a damn. He yanked another one from you, making you feel as if you were wetting yourself, pressing deep enough and firm enough to force your pussy to squirt all over his palm. Your whole body seized, unable to control the movements he was putting you through. You felt like his helpless puppet, stuck on his hand and thanking him for it. 

Price left you there, your ankles hanging limply in their ties where you’d stuck your feet in them, your legs trembling like a fawn, shaking and shining from your come, your body begging for more and your mind too fuck-drunk to protest. 

Then, he was back. You knew it was him because you always struggled to take his girthy cock. The head was immense and hard like a fist. It bullied its way into your cunt, using your other boyfriends’ come as lube. Even so, he had to retreat over and over, whetting himself repeatedly, just so that he could make progress. He stretched you so far that it ached like a bruise, and your pussy, already primed to come for him, started up again, making you tense and squeeze and roll and spread yourself for him, opening wide like a whore, like he paid you for it. 

“Fuck, I willnae ever get tired of watchin’ how he makes her do that. Struggle on that cock, bonnie. Your man loves it when you fight, don’t he?”

“Yeah, I fuckin’ do,” Price agreed, the tips of his fingers held tight together and slapping sharply on your clit and mons, stinging your flesh as he fucked you deeper and deeper. 

Someone else’s fingers started to grope your thighs and ass, gripping you hard and trailing wet kisses across your skin. You felt your body melting into his touch, such a stark contrast from John’s lustful torment. When his mouth dragged its way up your thigh, his nose bumped your calf, and you knew it was Simon, your Ghost. He was still in his mask, and you could feel the folds of it against the bridge of his nose, scrunched up to let him use his mouth on you. 

Simon played with you while Price stuffed you full of cock, his captain set on pounding your pussy until it was hot from his work. You felt Simon’s fingertip dip into the tight hole of your ass, testing your leniency. He’d been begging you for weeks to let him try anal, but you had told him that he was too big. Now, he saw his chance. His finger sank deeper, down to the first knuckle, and he made firm circles around the rim, massaging you open, getting you ready for him. 

Price held you around the waist, both of his thumbs pressing down into your womb, taking away any remaining space inside of your stuffed cunt, making you feel every single ridge and vein on his prick. It made you want to come, and he knew you were about to explode. 

“I know what you want, love. Take it. C’mon, make me come. Make this fuckin’ pussy grab my cock,” Price talked you through each suffocating wave of your orgasm, barking orders like you were one of his men, knowing you could follow them like he’d trained you to. 

You wanted him to come with you, to fill you up with his soft seed, but he didn’t. He pulled out and then stuck just the tip of his dick inside of your asshole, letting his spend shoot through your forbidden hole, lubing you up for his lieutenant. 

“There you go, Riley. Should do the job, aye?”

“Yes, sir. Cheers, mate.”

No sooner was Price gone from you than Simon had taken his place, settling his dick on top of your pussy and dragging it through your slick skin, letting your lips lick him wet. He teased you with his hard length, using his dick like a toy, jerking his shaft so that his head would vibrate against your clit, making you squirm beneath his touch. 

“Deep breath, princess,” he murmured, just loud enough for you to hear, taking two fingers of your pussy’s sticky fluids and smearing them across your asshole. 

His pet name for you sent butterflies through your stomach. He only used it on special occasions, and for him to use it now, when you were hidden away and splayed open, vulnerable as you’d ever been, made your head swim. He was really going to take your asshole right here in the warehouse, shamelessly taking your untouched hole in front of your other lovers, claiming it for himself. 

The press of his head was enough to make your blood rush through your body and head for your core. You felt dizzy. He pushed forward gently, going so slowly that it didn’t seem as if he was even moving in you, using his head to kiss your tight muscles until your body relented, allowing him through. Then, you felt him spread your walls apart, making contact with Price’s come and using it to ease his path. 

It made you feel full in a new way. You were familiar with fingers and tongues invading your space, but having Simon’s heavy cock there gave you a whole different kind of experience. You were so sensitive, and what you thought would be painful or upsetting was actually warping itself into a wild, unbridled kind of pleasure. It was like a scalding hot bath that, once you got used to the heat, made you dissolve into the delicate warmth of it like fine sugar. 

“Mnghff-fuck,” Simon groaned roughly, “Tha’s it, baby. Relax for me just like that.”

Another pair of hands began to play with your pussy, two fingers at your clit, two inside your cunt, and Simon rutting himself steadily into your asshole. 

“Takin’ you so well, LT. Didnae think it’d fit.”

“She’s perfect, Johnny. Just wait until you try her arse. Fuckin’ heaven.”

You felt Johnny’s mouth on your clit as another man finger-fucked your pussy, and he sucked greedily on your overstimulated clit, swollen and sore from all the attention. But, he didn’t hear your protests, and he simply suckled away, licking you and using his jaw to spread your folds so he could use his tongue to reach for more of your taste. 

Simon had reached his root, shoving his damp curls against your core, and now he began to slowly and shallowly fuck you, worried that more would be too much for you to handle. You wanted to tell him you needed more, wanted to scream for him to bury himself in you, to fuck your asshole like he would your pussy. But, he didn’t. He was careful, deliberate, and you could feel the shudder of his body from just how hard he was holding himself back. 

“Bloody fuckin’ hell,” Kyle’s deep voice came through a smile. You could tell he was pleased by something, “You should feel her cunt, mate. She’s lovin’ this.”

He was the one fucking you on his hand, and all of your excitement was obvious from your pulsing need. 

“I can feel her,” Simon grunted, overwhelmed by the knowledge that you were indeed enjoying your ass being invaded by his throbbing rod.

His trembling was getting progressively worse, and you felt it in his hands as he grasped your thighs. He kept readjusting his grip, but you knew that his hands were shaking, the tremors of his restraint exacerbating his ability to hold his own pleasure at bay. He hissed as you started to come from Johnny’s mouth,

“So fuckin’ tight, princess. Fuck!”

You wanted to bring him with you into the swirling mesmerism of bliss, so you stayed tight, using your weak muscles to squeeze him as much as you could, imagining your holes like soft, wet fists, grasping at his tool and trying to use him to work yourself into a high, vicious fever. 

You could feel the fabric of his mask as Simon leaned his forehead against your leg, the heat from his panting breaths, his exhaustion breaking your heart. You promised yourself in your heart that, as soon as you were out of this box and fully recovered, you’d show him how well you could take him. He didn’t need to temper his passion. 

The only time you got a glimpse at his true hunger was right as he started to come. His hips jerked forward, as if he was shoved, and he thrust his cock far into your asshole, spreading his slick cream as deep as he could reach. Johnny had stepped back, and Kyle pulled his fingers from you, moving out of their lieutenant’s way as he completed his ritual, marking your insides, making you his. 

You felt the sweetest kiss against your ankle just before he slid himself from you, trying to go easy on your used hole. But, you couldn’t feel any pain. Not anymore. Your body was racked with pleasure. If someone had even brushed their finger over your pussy, you thought you might come. 

Simon’s hands fumbled with one of the ropes around your foot, and someone else took care of the other. Then, bright light filled your eyes as John pried open the crate. Then, all four men peered inside, starting down at you with wide smiles and satisfied grins plastered across their faces. 

“Hey, love. Let’s get you out, yeah?” Price purred, removing your gag and wiping your mouth with his thumb. With ease, he pulled you from the crate and cradled you in his arms, helping Johnny wrap his jacket around you. Johnny leaned forward to kiss your forehead, and Simon lifted your fingers to his lips before he replaced his mask. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, babes,” Kyle spoke to you in a low tone, petting his thumb across your cheek. 

“Took such good care of us, lass. It’s our turn, now.”

You let them take you back to their shared room, holding onto them and letting them bathe you and set everything right, tucking you into bed and sitting with you as you dozed. They had all sprawled across the mattress, laying on you and each other, not truly caring whose limbs were whose. 

As usual, Simon was the last to doze off, and you whispered to each other in quiet voices.

“You alright, missus?” He asked, his voice attempting to hide his troubled concern.

“Mmm,” you nodded, “More than alright.”

There was a bit of a lull; he was considering something, and then he asked,

“Did you like it? Was I too –”

“No,” you stopped him in the middle of his worry, “You were perfect. Maybe next time we could –”

“Next time?” His surprise warmed your heart, and you smiled up at him, lifting his mask up to kiss his mouth.

“Yeah, next time.”

[v1x3n]

M I R R O R S E X

john price x reader ⸝⸝ navigation kinktober masterlist

୨୧ synopsis : you feel ugly and unattractive when you see yourself in the mirror, so john fucks you silly in front of it to show you how pretty you are!!

୨୧ tags : smut - insecure, chubby reader, shit writing sorry, praise, orgasm denial, p in v.

“Say that again” John grunts, smoothing a hand over your chest as he pinches a nipple, “cmon, baby” he hums into your neck. His hips thrust up into yours as his spare hand held around your chin - forcing your face towards the mirror that was placed in front of the two of you. 

The sight of your pussy getting pounded , your soft stomach with your plush thighs connected to your legs which are dangling down as your boyfriend's large hand hips onto the dips of your hips. “I-i am perfect” you mewl out while John's fat cock shoves far into your cunt. 

“Yeah?” he grunts, you nod at his words, you weren't really sure what was happening. Your mind was in pieces, a whole hour of John's length thrusting deep into you. Your eyebrows knit together when your boyfriend's hand trails down your stomach, landing on your clit. Your body jerks forward, trying to escape from grasp, his free hand keeps a hold of you, tightly keeping you aligned with his body. Your trembling legs, daring to break as his length hits deep inside of you, making your entire body go numb, start to give out, dropping down as your body flops.

Looking forward to the mirror, “look how gorgeous you are, daft thing, saying you aren't” 

Oh yeah, that's how this had started. This morning- well, no, all day you weren't feeling your best. Your thighs looked too… chunky, your stomach looked big, your arms looked chubby. Everything looked wrong. You felt unattractive when you looked towards john. Look at that fucking handsome man and hes with you. Ugly, unfit you. That's what your mind was playing over and over when you saw yourself in the mirror. 

You stood there, gripping the fat of your stomach and sighing. Tears rode down your cheeks whilst you stare at the inhuman appearance in front of you. That's when John saw you, “Love, you seen my phone?” he mumbles, walking into the room, seeing the sobbing mess. “Oh..” you peer up at him, wet streaks down your face, dropping down your chin and onto your chest. 

He walks over to you as you tell him your worries and he scoffs, “youre so fucking pretty, darling, you think id get so hard when seeing you if you werent?” a gruff voice whispers into your ear when you feel his hard on pressing against you.

That's how you got into this position, you sat on top of your boyfriend while he held up your drooping body, tears brinking your eyes - luckily not sad tears this time - with your eyes forced to look back at yours through the mirror.

“Cant fuck-” he groans into your ear, slamming your hips into his once more, ��belive you would ever think of yerself as unattractive” after finoshing off his sentance, his lips connect to your neck, you move your head to the side to give him more access. Your moans start to grow more loud and repetitive while you put a hand on the side of his thigh to steady yourself.

“John” you whine out, your eyes squeezed together, shutting out the view of the body which you despise getting split in half with your handsome boyfriends member. Your climax closens when your eyes shut, your stomach feels tight, a cog deep inside of you slowly becoming undone. As soon as your walls tighten around John, his rough yet loving movements come to a halt, “w-what?” you mumble, a weak brain obviously confused at why you were denied a needed orgasm. 

“You're gonna cum at the sight of what ‘m doing t’ you or not at all” his teeth bite onto the lobe of your ear, his voice making your mind go numb. “O-okay” you nod, not caring about what it takes, you just want to cum.

His cock slides through you puffed-up folds and deep into your tight cunt whilst your eyes focus on the desperate  body in front of you, the reflection staring back at you as John's pace speeds back up, his tough hands that held your waist as if it were a handle for him to use your glistening pussy. “Look at how pretty you are” the man that brings you to the brink of an orgasm whispers in your ear before forcing your pussy to swallow his whole cock then he lifts you up, a hole that was made for john appears then filled instantly when he moves your hips back down. Making you bounce up and down on him.

Your tits bounce along with his rough movements. Your gasps and whines grew louder as your so needed orgasm clouded your mind, the only thing you could focus on was him, his cock and the way he used your body as if it were a fleshlight  to him.

“J-john” your voice chokes out, your eyes on his yet through the mirror, his caring but lust filled gaze on yours. “Gonna cum” you moan out, gripping hands onto his thigh, scraping the skin. “That's it, love, cmon” he grumbles under his breath as he continues to help you over the edge.

Your bodies banging together, wet slapping of skin comes to your ears as your senses overflow. “H-hah!” you breathe out, your clit twitches as a hand of johns comes down and flicks the nub a few times, as soon as he does that your orgasm washes over you.

You whimper as loud as you could, a long stripe of wet leading up your neck as john licks your salty skin - adding yet another thing that made your orgasm so fucking right.

You begin to babble nonsense, while tears cover your eyes, a blurry haze hiding your vision. cum spurts out onto his cock, wetness dripping out as he pulls his cock from inside of you, “so fucking perfect” he groans breathlessly after harshly biting your neck. Leaving a bulky red mark. 

“Jo- ah!” gasping when he nips the bulging mark heaving from your sensitive skin, your brain fuzzy as you stare at yourself through the mirror. All messy. “Let's have a shower now, hm?” john's lips trace over your ear, his beard tickling you when you move your head to the side to see his sweet face while you nod.

[choco-youmi]

Day 4

[aforgottenthing]

Tragedy enjoyers when there’s not one, not two, but three combinations of tragic relationships at the center of the narrative AND they’re bisexual

[themarvelproject]

Summer fun with the X-Men by Kaare Andrews in an interconnecting series of variant covers from Unknown Comics that was also published as a Marvel Signature Print as a San Diego Comic-Con exclusive (2024)

[literallyneurodivergentandaminor]

cringetober day 2: tsundere! well i took some liberties here

[gloomwitchwrites]

Kinktober 2024 Collection Masterlist

Five stand-alone stories from Call of Duty during the month of October 2024.

Arrest Warrant (complete) John "Soap" MacTavish x Female Reader

Impact Play / Boot Worship / Degradation / Wild West AU / CNC

Secret Desire (complete) John Price x Female Reader

Bodyguard AU / Praise / Breeding

Monster (S)mash (complete) Task Force 141 x Female Reader

Porn Star AU / Group Sex / Fake Haunted House / CNC

Free Use Agreement (complete) Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Female Reader

Coworker AU / Spirit Halloween Store AU / Free Use

The Mask, or Nothing (complete) Simon “Ghost” Riley x Female Reader

Mask Kink / Spanking / Dirty Talk

ao3 // main masterlist

[st-el-la-luna]

El's COD Kinktober 2024

I figured this would be a good way to keep my blog alive. Expect short pieces, and missed days. But I will do my best

NSFW Minors DNI

1. SOMNOPHILIA: JOHNNY "SOAP" MACTAVISH

Soap wakes up to you moaning in your sleep. He helps you make your dreams a reality.

➳ gnlafab!reader, wet dreams, somnophilia, dry humping, fingering, premature ejaculation, use of "pup" once

2. Sensory Deprivation/Blindfolds: John Price x Reader

Somehow it's better when you don't know it's coming

3. Double Penetration: Alejandro Vargas and Rodolfo Parra x Reader

Your Colonel and Sergeant comfort you the day after a bad date

4. Lingerie: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

You want to surprise Ghost for his birthday. Things go wrong, in perhaps the best way.

5. Mommy Kink: Philip Graves x Reader

After a particularly long mission and several bad months at the company, Graves' spirits are low. He needs someone to take care of him, to tell him he's good

6. Threesome: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick and König x Reader

KorTac has been working alongside Task Force 141 for a while now. Kyle has always had his eye on you, but it becomes clear that the Austrian giant feels the same. Tensions rise between the two until they decide to prove which of them is best once and for all

7. Restraints: Kim "Horangi" Hon-jin x Reader

Horangi is in debt to you and your going to teach him a lesson: either he pays you back monetarily or...

8. Body Worship: Alex Keller x Reader 

Alex thinks every inch of your body is perfect. And he won't stop telling you until he's sure you believe it too.

9. Face Sitting: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader

Gaz overhears you telling Soap you've never enjoyed receiving oral. He decides to change that

10. Exhibitionism: Nikolai x Reader

Nik likes to show you off whenever he can. The Task Force has been eyeing you too much as of late. He reminds them who you belong to.

11. Thigh Fucking: König x Reader

König is just too big

12. Breeding: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Mid-fuck, Ghost let's slip that he wants to be a mommy.

13. Overstimulation: Rodolfo Parra x Reader

After everything that happened with the Shadow Company, you're just glad to have him back. Your relief at his wellbeing quickly becomes more and, well, you have a lot of stress to work off. But he can take it.

14. Free Use: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader 

You and Kyle have an agreement. Whatever either of you want to do, whenever you want to do it. You both enjoy your agreement.

15. Blood Kink: Nikto x Reader

Nikto comes to your door, desperate. You tell him you can't, you're on your period. Blood has never bothered him before, why would it now?

16. Dry Humping: John "Soap" MacTavish x Reader 

You can't, it's a sin... Luckily even God leaves loopholes.

17. Uniform Kink: Philip Graves x Reader

He can't get enough of the way you look, all dressed up for this event. And you can't get enough of him in his dress uniform.

18. Cockwarming: Alejandro Vargas x Reader 

There's nothing Alejandro likes more than coming home to you. And to his second home, between your legs.

19. Pegging: Alex Keller x Reader

One of his friends bought it as a gag gift. You laughed. Alex didn't.

20. Oral Fixation: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader

Gaz notices how you've always got something in your mouth; a pencil, gum, a lollipop. He can tell it calms you. At a formal event, he senses your stress and gives you something to help ground yourself.

21. Corruption Kink/Loss of Virginity: Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Reader

After months of dating and never doing more than make out, you ask Soap when you're going to, well, do it. His answer surprises you, and you learn something about yourself that's even more surprising.

22. Spit: König x Reader 

In the heat of an argument you spit at your Colonel's feet.

23. Choking: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

An accidental training misshap leaves Ghost reeling, you help pull him in.

24. Werewolf: Keegan P Russ x Reader

Little Red Riding Hood, you should know better than to wander the woods at night alone. Especially tonight.

25. Spanking: John Price x Reader

John decides to get you back for slapping his ass in front of his men.

26. Predator/Prey: Valeria Garza x Reader

You and Valeria play a game of hide and seek with a twist...

27. Praise: John Price x Reader

Joyn worries he isn't good enough, that he's gone too often. That he's a bad person. You assure him none of its true.

28. Boot Worship: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

You show Simon your new boots. He reacts unexpectedly.

29. Hair Pulling: John "Soap" MacTavish x Reader

You accidentally grab his hair during a spar. He moans like a whore.

30. Cumplay: Poly!141 x Reader

Soap had an idea for a fun game. You're just surprised he was able to rope the others into it too.

31. Wild Card

[reenaki]

Bday boy hug :)

[archive-doll]

- Johnny 'Soap' MACTAVICH!𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓌𝑜𝓁𝒻

Author Note: kinktober goes on! Welcome to naughty and desperate Johnny, as a werewolf. As always, please be sure to read the warnings. Have fun!

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Thought 12 of Kinktober: cum play / degradation kink. Sunshine Johnny but not too cliche about it either. I tried.

Trigger Warning: Cum play → facial. Johnny is a whore, for you.

Have mercy on my grammar, english is not my first language, and as always minors do not interact.

Tonight has been incredible. More so than you would have ever dreamed of.

You had some reservations, about Johnny.

He is nice, of course, even a little bit too nice. You are not used to that. To the opening door, the hand on your elbow that guides you through the city. The broadness of his shoulders that keeps you safe when you enter the bar. His every motion is tinted with slight nervousness, as if he isn't used to being gentle and it makes your heart ache with how eager he is anyway.

There is that smile too. That damn smile.

It's like looking at the sun. It hurts your eyes, it burns your cornea, but the sight of it, of such happiness—of being with you? You cannot look away. It makes the scar on his chin crinkle, and the lines by his eyes shine as they grow deeper. Johnny is sweet, even with his hands moist as he readjusts the chair for you.

It tastes sweet, and invades your mind and you do not hesitate to propose another drink, back at your place. Johnny is delighted and escorts you outside with an arm around your shoulders. His beard tickles your temple when he presses a kiss there, one large hand holding around your shoulder.

He whispers to you in the car. Each time there is a red light, Johnny's hand kneads at your thigh higher, and his lips find yours. They pamper into your cheeks as you lean over the console, eager to have another fill of your newfound drug.

The way he kisses you, it sinks the breath out of you. Your hands tighten at the front of his tee shirt, and Johnny whimpers into your mouth when you deepen it, a bit more insistent. He almost bends you over the console and you feel how his hand shakes around your nape when he licks inside your mouth.

When you both pass the threshold of your apartment, your hands are intertwined. Bodies close enough to share warmth, clothing drained with the harsh rain of Scottland. His fingers clench around yours before he asks, cheeks red and eyes filled with adoration, if he can take your coat for you.

There is no sound coming out of your mouth. His wild mohawk falling over his forehead, his breath fawning over you, you turn gently and he embraces you from behind, lips meeting with the cold flesh of your throat. His broad hands find yours, and you sigh in pleasure when he nips at your chin.

"Johnny?"

You feel it against your back how his rough chest trembles at his hum, his mind too enthralled with your presence, right here in his arm to form any words. It feels nice, to be held by Johnny. You don't understand how could you have thought anything less. His hands knead at your forearms, rubbing a gentle caress over your clothes as he nuzzles his nose into your hair.

"You're so pretty - such a bonnie." He grumbles into your skin as his hands reach for your collar.

Your lips tremble before they curl into a smile and you hear Johnny shift on his feet as he steps away, taking your coat off and then hanging it in the doorway.

That might be it. That, this gleeful moment might be why you end up pushing him back on the couch. Johnny does not stop you, of course, spit glistening along his mouth as you kiss him, relentlessly. Your fingers knead at his shoulders, and his eyes flicker along your face, half delirious and half starving. When you part, he follows you with a whimper, swollen lips parting in hope for more and you oblige.

You cannot deny him, not when he looks so sweet. The taste of his beer lingers on your tongue when you kneel between his parted thighs, your fingers pushing at his knees. Johnny's eyes flutter along your face as he gasps, watching you settle down on the carpet with a sugary smile, a vision of beauty.

You are everything he ever wanted. Everything that you are, the sweetness of you, the kindness and even your witty remarks, how your hands always handle him with delicacy - him, the soldier. Him, the wolf. He knows you belong together, for the first moment he notices you, weeks ago in the pub. You smell like hot caramel with a tint of cinnamon.

And now, you are stroking along his thighs, settling yourself between his feet by your own will, and you look gorgeous. You always do, of course. But, tonight you're less reserved. Not on your guard.

And you lean closer, to give him another kiss. It tastes like the beer you took at the bar, mixed with the pang of sweetness from your lipstick. He barely believes what is happening, the kisses are more intimate than you both ever share and he shudders when your fingers crawl up his parted legs.

The sound of his zipper slithering down echoes in the living room, and he relishes in it, in how you gently take the lead. You whisper into his mouth, if it's okay, if you can, and Johnny presses harder against you, whining at what is to come.

He begs, pleads even, the vulnerability from this moment making him shake. You see his hands clench by his side, how his shoulders tense and tremble when you start rubbing your hand tenderly along the chubby weight in his boxer.

"How do you like it, Johnny?"

"Dinnea care, lamb, I don't - just need you."

Of course, you are not aware of it, but in werewolf culture, spit has a strong meaning. It's not only lewd, to see you lull your tongue out and let your saliva fall into the weight of his cock. It mixes your scent together, a silent branding you seal into his flesh, it coats his cock with you - you.

You, with your sweet eyes that never leave his face, even when your fingers curl around his meaty length, Johnny is too thick for you to hold. It's erotic and also gentle, how all of your attention stays on him, always.

His eyes almost bulge out of their sockets when you lean closer, a whine crawling out his throat at the delicious sight of your mouth spreading open. It needs to accommodate him, all of him, and you will need a little adjustment, but it's alright.

The slight burn in your jaw is neglected, because the sight of Johnny, curling forward when you slither your tongue down his length is breath-taking. His hands settle around your shoulders, curling around the back of them when his tip meets the back of your throat.

His cheeks are red, and he gasps out of control, the warmth of your mouth overwhelming as his break shatters. It bends over you, like a shelter as you suck around him.

"Shite, shite, s'good!"

His breath fawns on top of your head, and you hum around him drawing another soft noise from him. It's rewarding, every sound Johnny gives you in return for your soft mouth. He gasps, and shivers on the couch, hips twitching as he tries to control himself and let you find your rhythm, not that it seems hard.

Johnny easily crumbles beneath your hands, muscles like dough in your fingers when you start kneading at his thighs, the sight of them enough to make you drool. Not that you need much help for that.

The sight of him alone, with a blush blooming to the tip of his ears, the way his abs tense and shiver at the gentle stroke of your hand, how his thighs spread wider for you - it fall from the corner of your mouth.

A puddle grows beneath you, some drops falling on your knees. But, with the heart in your eyes and how heavy it feels in your mouth, nothing matters. Nothing but rewarding Johnny for his respect, and gentleness and for how nice he always is, taking care of you.

It's your turn now. It's why you brought him home. It's why you knelt down for him and offered him the sanctuary guarded by your lips. It's why, even now, you prioritize his pleasure no matter how fucking excited this makes you.

But you need to breathe. His cock is weeping when you part, mouth swollen and tingly when you rub him hard, enough that he moans all high and sweet for you, thighs clenching together.

"Desperate, uh?" You mumbles, watching with rapture attention how his balls tighten.

"Bonnie, swear yo ya, I dinnae do it like t'is, just - shite!"

His head falls back in a groan when your hands tighten at his base, both palms stroking along his cock as he trashes around. Your lips quirks up before you let out a little laugh, eyes shining by how responsive and obedient he continues to be.

"Yeah, because you're a good boy aren't ya Johnny? Would do anything I tell you to do, just for a little bit more, mhm?"

The nods he gives you are rushed, like is a puppeteer had cut his string making his head bob. It's endearing how obedient he can be with only a few touches, and your heart shudder when he calls out your name.

Johnny would settle for your hands. Hell, he would settle for only watching you, if you let him. He will never ask more of you, but God is he grateful when you reach for him again.

You might be his salvation, he thinks, when his cock slides deep into your mouth, the paradise you offer him feeling warm. It quiets his mind, the only thing important now is the shine in your eyes and the circle of your lips swallowing him down to the end. Until his balls slap against your chin.

He is gorgeous. It's all you can really focus on, how pretty he is, his mouth parted and eyes fluttering, in a daze, but always searching for you. When he sheaths into you, after the slow and tender love-making of your mouth, Johnny cannot control it.

But, he want it to be longer, he never wishes for this moment to stop. He isn't sure what got you to make this decision, doesn't know how you happen to decide to please him - but he's not about to let it slip from his grasp.

He needs to be good for you and if it means sliding out from your mouth and grip himself so tight his orgasm vanish, then so be it.

It surprise you when Johnny lets out a whimper as he pushes you by your shoulders, his knees shaking when he groans in pain, thick fingers tightening white. You're breathless, kneeling in front of him as he sputters and swears you don't understand. There is a slight swell at the base of him, that you felt in your mouth and you watch with curiosity how he grips it hard, without hesitation.

You would giggle at how red his face turns if it wasn't for how painfully his grimace looks.

"Johnny boy, c'mon." You says sweetly, hands reaching to craddle his sticky cock, your saliva and his precum making you palms shine.

His eyes roll back when you give him a firm stroke, and surely you push his palm away enough so that you can lick him at the swollen base. The bushy hair by his pelvis tickles your nose but you don't care, not with how he moans and cries out your name. You groan at the salty taste greeting your tongue, watching with keen eyes how he twitches. Under your attention, the ring at the base grows too, so much that you can't swallow it all anymore.

It's unusual, that, but with how fucking great he is, you'll take anything from him.

"Don't you want to cum? Made you stupid, uh?"

"Nah, bonnie, just -" he tries, one hand reaching for you and settling at your nape with a tremble.

A laugh makes you tremble at the firm shake of his head and how eager he is, even when he tries so strongly to restrain himself. Adorable.

You won't let him, though. You want to see him fall into pleasure, to submit to the strong slopes of your tongues. There is nothing you won't do to obtain it, even kneading at the heavy breeding ball that hand in front of your face.

Before Johnny can do anything about it, your mouth opens, and you groan at the salty pang that invades your mouth. Your throat constricts, and you feel his heavy cock twitch uncontrollably in the cavern of your lip.

But, you want more. It twitch in the air, and with a sadist glint in your eyes, you twitch your hands around him, shifting closer so that the tip glides along the skin of your cheek. It shifts up as you smile, pupils dilated as you watch Johnny fall apart.

It's impossible for him to say anything, to ask for you to stop, no matter how much it hurts after being edged for so long. And your smile - God. He's too weak, he can't resist you.

You need both hands to hold him, the impressive thickness making your mouth water. His tip is red, angry at how needy he truly is, and the sight of him hidden once your palms slide upward is teasing enough. You can feel your own desire rise as you spit into him before your tongue starts rubbing on the pretty slit of him.

"Come, baby. Don't you wa't to come?" You ask gently, rubbing the tip against your mouth.

He whines, his palms pressing into your shoulders as he gasps. You watch as his head bob, up and down, up and down with fervor. The chuckle you let out travels into him and Johnny, pretty Johnny, cum as soon as you suckle around his girth.

It floods around your mouth, and even as you try to drink it all, it drips down your chin, pearling along the lines of your throat. There are a few splatters that decorate your cheeks, and you groan with selfish satisfaction.

It creates a beautiful necklace around your throat, and you relish in the pulsating member in your hands, still hard. You might as well have heart eyes from the sight of him, gasping for air, fingers now tight in your hair.

"Shite, Bonnie! You got the best mo'th."

In a whirlwind, you're lifted from your feet and thrown into the couch. Your body sinks into the cushions while you admire him, taking position over you, an eager hand pushing his slacks down.

"I'm gonnea make you come s'hard, lass, promise."

"Yea'? Think you can give me more than one?"

He grins at you, at the snarking remark you offer him in return, pressing a foot against his torso with a smirk of your own. You're breathless, the desire running in your blood making your eyes sharp and the tip of your fingers impatient.

There are so many things you want to do to him. And you know he would let you have it - him. Ride his face until he cum, untouched and devoted. Suck him off again, and again. Grind your weeping cunt along the strong muscles of his thighs, jerk him off, and paint his chest in a beautiful white.

You can have it all, you know it. But, as a reward for being so good - so patient, you want to offer him something too. Your face fall against the pillows, and without any subtility, spread your thighs for him.

What you don't know is, he's been scenting that dripping cunt for hours now, your smell making his heart throb with desire. Your mate won't ever leave you dissatisfied, don't worry.

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